| I remember it all very well looking back
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| It was the summer I turned eighteen
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| We lived in a one room, rundown shack
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| On the outskirts of New Orleans
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| We didn’t have money for food or rent
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| To say the least we were hard pressed
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| Then mama spent every last penny we had
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| To buy me a dancing dress
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| Mama washed and combed and curled my hair
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| And she painted my eyes and lips
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| Then I stepped into a satin dancing dress
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| That had a split on the side clean up to my hip
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| It was red velvet trim and it fit me good
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| Standing back from the looking glass
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| There stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood
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| She said, «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| She said, «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck
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| And then she kissed my cheek
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| And then I saw the tears welling up in her troubled eyes
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| As she started to speak
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| She looked at our pitiful shack
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| And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath
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| She said, «Your Pa’s run off and I’m real sick
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| And the baby’s gonna starve to death»
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| She handed me a heart shaped locket that said
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| «To thine own self be true»
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| And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl
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| Across the toe of my high heeled shoe
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| It sounded like somebody else that was talking
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| Asking mama, «What do I do?»
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| She said, «Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy
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| They’ll be nice to you»
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| She said, «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| Lord, forgive me for what I do
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| But if you want out
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| Well, it’s up to you
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| Now don’t let me down now
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| Your mama’s gonna move you uptown
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| Well, that was the last time I saw my Ma
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| The night I left that rickety shack
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| The welfare people came and took the baby
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| Mama died and I ain’t been back
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| But the wheels of fate had started to turn
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| And for me there was no way out
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| And it wasn’t very long until I knew exactly
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| What my Mama had been talking about
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| I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow
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| That I was going to be a lady someday
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| Though I didn’t know when or how
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| But I couldn’t see spending the rest of my life
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| With my head hung down in shame
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| You know I might’ve been born just plain white trash
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| But Fancy was my name
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| She said, «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| She said, «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| It wasn’t long after a benevolent man took me in off the streets
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| And one week later I was pouring his tea in a five room hotel suite (Yes,
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| she was)
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| I charmed a king, congressman and an occasional aristocrat
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| Then I got me a Georgia mansion
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| And an elegant New York townhouse flat
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| And I ain’t done bad (She ain’t done bad)
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| Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous hypocrites
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| That call me bad
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| And criticize Mama for turning me out
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| No matter how little we had
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| But though I ain’t had to worry about nothing
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| For nigh on fifteen years
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| Well, I can still hear the desperation in my poor
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| Mama’s voice ringing in my ears
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| «Here's your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| «Oh, here’s your one chance Fancy, don’t let me down»
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| Lord, forgive me for what I do
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| But if you want out
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| Well, it’s up to you
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| Now don’t let me down, honey
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| Mama’s gonna move you uptown
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| And I guess she did |